Colliding EP

by Speaking In Italics

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released April 1, 2013

Colliding EP

All music written and performed by Speaking In Italics
Recorded at Park Farm Studios and Seamus Wong Studios 2012-13
Recorded and Engineered by Jamie Ward.
Produced by Jamie Ward and Speaking In Italics.
Cover design by Something Creative

© All rights reserved 2013

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Speaking In Italics UK

Speaking In Italics are an alternative rock band from the UK.

Hailing from within the Leicester post- hardcore/math rock scene, the band have released three EP's and toured across the UK and Europe with bands such as Maybeshewill, Max Raptor Press To Meco and Allusondrugs.

Speaking In Italics are currently writing their first full length release for the end of 2017.
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Track Name: Swaying Ark
Swaying Ark


It takes more than you're willing to give
Sirens sounding longer than it took to reach -
Insight torn apart remains tentative.
Talents equalled only by his vices.

People told me, "don't believe it,"
His seed's planted in deceiving.
Keeping cards so close to your chest.
Keep hidden till next years regrets.

Kindred spirits standing worlds apart
On this swaying ark
At the edge of the ocean.
Faintly deception escapes aside your breath
On this delicate nest every branch will entwine.

This metaphor is not sarcastic
It's just a little obscene.
This scene is not such a spectacle
Though it has to be seen be believed.

How to communicate
with your self comatose ignorance?
Pack up and don't be late.
So sorry this ship has sailed.

These reckless waters,
unending hungry abyss.
The lighthouse it calls us,
A beacon atop solid cliffs.
Track Name: Echoes Of A Eulogy
Echoes Of A Eulogy

Be all that you are
and I'll be you're maker.
To another we'll play it safe,
now isn't that a firm basis
we can relate to?

I wanna stay and feel my way
through a void that's only empty
because of the life
that was pushed too far

Breaking through brick walls
was never so easy.

Don't leave me out.
Don't watch me drown.
We can escape this
That's gotta be what matters.
Echoes of a eulogy before your time is done.


Bring in the new year
and dust off all you're ambitions.
Breaking promises to yourself,
now isn't that a firm basis
we can relate to?

I wanna stay and feel my way
through a void that's only empty
because of the life
that was pushed too far.


Echoes of a eulogy
before you're time has come.
Track Name: Accept/Abort
Accept/Abort

Believing in better with our
finger nails dug in mortar suggesting
frenzied grasp for the good life,
waning stride to a crawl.
Play it back in slow motion frame by frame.
Piece together a broken history.
Instigating a new round of
asking questions, denying simple truth.

He has potential but he must try harder.

Grinding by with the pace,
caustically edging the way.
Colliding into the darkness,
though there was nothing there.
Believing in better.
This clearly is too much to ask.

Still hanging uncertainly inbetween
acsension and the bottom of the well.
Air is thinning, the warmth escapes steadily.
Water ripples invitingly.
Clashing tidal waves breaking over me,
Cleansing all but a sense of direction.
Intigating a new idea;
Answered questions? No this is surely dreaming?

He has potential but he must try harder.

Grinding by with the pace,
caustically edging the way.
Colliding into the darkness,
though there was nothing there.
Believing in better.
This clearly is too much to ask.

Believing in better with our
finger nails dug in mortar.
Believing in better with our
finger nails dug in mortar.

He has potential but he must try harder.

Grinding by with the pace,
caustically edging the way.
Colliding into the darkness,
though there was nothing there.
Believing in better.
This clearly is too much to ask.
Track Name: Testament To Progress
Testament to Progress

How long have we been aliens on our own planet?
What century will fate decide our Heathen's demise?
Traitors to each other and a land that gave us life.
Selfishness of Man bred from seven deadly sins.

Brother you are one with the dust.
Sister when did you lose touch?
Crying alarm - The Neanderthal Man
who foresaw a future - a concrete wasteland.

We've been typecasting
dogs of war to glorify our 'reign'.
Outside reason understanding is lost.

We build fires from foundations
that fulfill our lungs.
Rising higher over clouding horizons.
We stake claim and take names
with a penchant for pestilence,
it is testament to progress.

Carved out a life of servitude
to feed the demand.
Hand on the pulse, beat quickening
to flee sinking sand.
Dreams of McCandless, the erudite wanderer;
Who tasted Wild beauty in pure asthetic lust.